He’d skipped every moment that made the game beautiful—the squeal of tires on wet cobblestone, the weight of a pistol when you only had six bullets, the terror of a car running out of gas on the wrong side of town. He’d robbed Vito of his vulnerability, and in doing so, robbed himself of the story.
Then the game crashed.
He popped in the disc, let the doo-wop soundtrack croon through crackling speakers, and started Vito Scaletta’s story. The first few chapters were a grind. Getting out of prison. Shoveling snow. Running errands for Mike Bruski. Vinny got clipped by a rival gang and died reloading a checkpoint six times. His knuckles turned white on the keyboard. mafia 2 deluxe edition trainer